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~A Desperate Plea ~
Malik could hardly breath as he felt the body of the smaller boy under him. Ryou closed his eyes tightly and cringed as the Pharaoh began his assault on his lips. It wasn't so bad…all Ryou had to do was keep thinking that tomorrow; he would be with Bakura again. He just had to listen to the Pharaoh, and not say one word. It wasn't too hard…yet.
"What's wrong my pet?" The Pharaoh asked gently as he started to move his hand up and down Ryou's leg. Ryou squeezed his eyes shut even tighter and gritted his teeth, finding that, with each passing minute, it was becoming increasingly harder to bend to the Pharaoh's will.
Malik could only chuckle at this. He could see that Ryou's desperate attempts to remain quiet were becoming nearly impossible.
Intensifying Ryou's struggle Malik ground himself into him, to hear the boy moan out loud. This noise, Malik thought, was perfectly acceptable, and he wanted to hear more of it.
"You know…I know what the people call me." Malik said, biting down the side of Ryou's jaw until he reached his ear. "Evil one." He whispered into the frightened boy's ear.
Ryou gasped at the feeling of Malik sucking tenderly on that spot on his neck behind his ear. It was the same spot that Bakura knew all too well. He clenched the sheets tightly in his small hands; not wanting to show any inkling that what Malik was doing to him felt good. But it did. And Ryou hated himself for it. He hated that he was in the Pharaohs bedroom being the object of Malik's sexual pleasure, while Bakura was in the dungeon.
Malik could feel the smaller boy's body contorting ever so slightly as he continued to torment him with soft kisses. Ryou tasted amazing. His slightly heated skin giving off the aroma of fresh lotuses. He brought his hand up and slid his fingers through Ryou's silky platinum hair. For the first time, Ryou opened his own eyes, to come face to face with a pair of fierce looking amethyst orbs that stared at him with the look of utmost want. It made him want to cry, to know that he was the desire of this evil Pharaoh.
Ryou turned his head to the side, unable to gaze into those heartless eyes for a moment longer. But Malik didn't like that.
"Don't look away." He ordered, turning Ryou's face back to his own. Malik ran his fingers along those slightly parted lips longingly. "Remember our little deal." He said before diving in to those wondrous lips again. This time his pushed his tongue in to savor and taste more of the boy.
Ryou didn't know what to do, he didn't want to kiss him back, it just didn't feel right. He was so nervous that he accidentally bit down on Malik's tongue.
"Aah! What was that for?" Malik snapped as he pulled away quickly.
Ryou looked as if he could just die.
Malik, seeing the fear sweeping over the boy's face understood that it wasn't done intentionally, but still, that action would not go without repercussions.
"That was a no no little Ryou. And for that, you will pay."
'No, please Ra no.' Ryou cried in his mind. He thought Malik was going to beat him severely. But he was shocked when he felt a pair of cool wet lips hit his chest and begin to suck lightly on the taunt tip, causing him to arc his back into the other's touch.
Malik smiled, for some reason he was happy to be bringing this small angel pleasure, and it only made him continue on, more vigorously until Ryou cried out loud again. He couldn't get enough of that sound, it was a sound of pleasure, mixed with pleas for him to stop. He loved it.
'Stop wasting time.' His conscious ordered. 'When have you ever worried about foreplay? Just take him and get it over with dammit!'
Malik growled softly. Why was it so hard for him to just plow into the boy, take what he wanted and then throw him out like all the rest? Why?
Ryou tried to stop shaking, little sweat beads were dripping down his forehead as his body seared with pain. Every time Malik's lips hit his skin, every time Malik touched him, it made the pain intensify. But he wasn't going to break that easy. No, that's what Malik wanted. Ryou just had to hold out, for Bakura.
"Had enough yet?" Malik asked him with an evil grin on his face. He lowered his head down slightly as he glared at the helpless boy that was under him. He brought his hands down, and slid them across Ryou's stomach, bringing them to his sides and gently caressing them. "I must admit…I'm amazed by your strong will Ryou…others have never lasted this long. But that makes me want you all the more."
Ryou nearly cried at those words, it was a no win situation. If he protested, Bakura would be dead. If he was quiet, the Pharaoh only wanted him more.
Malik slipped his hand behind the boy's back and pulled him up until he was sitting on the bed. He watched in horror as the Pharaoh began to take his own pants off, having already removed Ryou's.
'This cant be happening.' Ryou thought as he clenched his teeth and gripped the sheets tightly.
Malik crawled behind the boy and started to gently massage his shoulders, trying to loosen him up a bit. His hands roamed over every inch of his new slaves back, taking in the extreme softness of the boy's skin.
Ryou hung his head in shame. He could feel the Pharaoh rubbing up against him and he wanted it to stop. He wanted it to stop so bad that he could feel the shouts in his throat, just waiting to come out. But he had to suppress them, he couldn't say one word. 'Why is this so hard?' He asked himself. Truthfully, Ryou thought he would be able to stand the Pharaoh's evil seduction, but moment by moment, touch by touch, the Pharaoh was turning him into putty.
Now, Malik never said that Ryou couldn't shout out…with pleasure, but Ryou desperately didn't want to…he didn't want to give Malik the satisfaction of knowing that he was even remotely enjoying this.
As Malik continued to massage Ryou's back, his hands roamed lower and lower, and he could feel Ryou tense up.
"What's wrong? This doesn't bother you does it?" He asked jokingly.
Ryou shook his head.
"Good."
'Please make it stop, please make it stop.' Ryou begged in his mind, but he knew that nothing would stop this Pharaoh on his quest for sex.
Malik climbed around in front of Ryou again, and put a hand to his chest, slowly pushing the boy back down on the bed.
'Take him Take him!' His mind screamed, and it seemed as though Malik was at his own breaking point. Unable to hold out any longer and deny himself of this perfect gift, Malik ran his hands down Ryou's inner thigh and slowly thrust his legs open, only to hear the boy whimper.
'Oh Gods, please…'
"Yes…Yes Ryou, you know you want to scream." Malik whispered into his ear. "You want to fight back…push me away and tell me no. So why don't you?"
Ryou could hardly stand it…now Malik was mocking him, and making it that much more difficult to stay quiet.
'Bakura.' Ryou thought in his mind to keep himself from yelling.
Malik was moments away from pounding into the boy and he had Ryou gripped tightly by the arms when…
"Please…please no!" Ryou cried before he could stop himself. He quickly put a hand over his mouth, as he looked at the Pharaoh, horrified.
"Why, Ryou, did you just tell me no?" Malik asked, sounding satisfied. He brought Ryou's hands over his head and bit down hard on his neck. "I'm afraid you lost."
"Noo!" He cried, moving his head away from Malik, and ripping his hands free.
"Don't worry, I let you say good-bye to Bakura before I kill him." Malik taunted.
"No! Leave him alone!" Ryou yelled, and with that, he brought his hands to the Pharaoh's chest and pushed him away.
Malik fell back onto the bed, looking utterly shocked. 'Did he just push me?'
"Why you!" And Malik grabbed Ryou's small wrists in his hands and threw him off the bed.
Ryou hit the floor with a thud as he cried out. Malik was about to jump of the bed and give his new slave the beating of a lifetime, when suddenly he looked upon the boy's grief stricken face, and he just couldn't bring himself to it.
"Stay away from me." Malik warned. He was afraid that if Ryou came too close to him, he wouldn't live another day.
Ryou put his clothes back on and went to a corner of the room that was as far away from Malik as possible.
Malik flopped down in his bed and growled. He never remembered feeling angrier. He wanted Ryou all for himself, and if Bakura was going to stand in his way…well…he wasn't.
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OoOoOo…What could happen next? Well dammit if I know!
